Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me Who Profits

I can give a damn about you and crew
frontin'
Ain't nobody bein' to
The things they say, say
Man, I
And I got a plan for

But you the finger
And I a attitude with me
'Cause brothas that I know be acting
Let me be me and let you, be you
But why about me
If it's not me that talkin' to

make it clear
You do not know, me
So how ya livin', how ya feel, bro G
To me that's phony, asking if my dropping
The kids stop
They to get they lips popped, and

say I forgot 'em
But I ain't seen 'em in four
You had my number so step with your poor tears
And what about, plus is my man, you to stop it
Screw the of rumors
'Cause you never profit

me who profits?
You got
'Cause you to gossip
Tell me who
You got
'Cause you to gossip

In school I used to raise my hand in class
I knew the teachers hand
A passing to me
In the back,
'Cause they kickin' facts
In I never learned nuttin'

I can fool with the system
They take and twist 'em
knots, right up the blocks
A to get a 40
Around the get craps
Perhaps these is to keep us tapped

Saps, can buy
With bullet caps
In the locker room no hassle
And assholes sell cracks in
To and friends
'Cause the goes with the trend

My friend, the niggas makin' ends is illegal
That's the way they get

That's the way to go, I'm out to get

Dough? The education, to get you
Than murder and drugs thugs
You're off being a nerd
absurd
Life don't mean without phat pockets
That's the only way to get paid, you tell me who

Tell me who
I'll Gs
But get shot, kid
(Dick)
Tell me who
I'll Gs
But get shot, kid
(Dick)

Huh
Ya gotta
Why plunder, kill
Have ya a sunder
I'ma build
And a glass pipe full of crack
And black mens pockets be phat a

Let's the way to the core now
Ya packin' a glock, mackin' the block, with the cops
Well, who ya the risk for?
A swingin' with the president
Greasin' 'em up and givin' 'em
For drugs in the

Have ya dodgin' and caps
with George and Clarence
Digging golf balls out of traps
He's never seen Frisco or
He got a glimpse of New
When he went to see the

seventy-six, getting senile
If we live past 2-4 due
For a stay in the
So see now, we polish our
But no boats or Caine fields
in the ghetto, yo

Tell me who
DC got
And we got spit
Tell me who
DC got
And we got spit, yo

Tell me who
DC got
And we got spit
me who profits?
DC got
And we ain't got